I went for my first run in nearly six weeks on Friday: two miles.
I'd planned to alternate between running and walking every quarter-mile.
That lasted all of one walk segment. Partly because I got a late start; mostly because going slow felt just fine.
I also didn't plan to get caught in a downpour, but it happened anyway. And yes, when I saw that there was a light drizzle with chances of thunderstorms, I considered staying in and staying dry.
Obviously, I didn't cave, and my determination was applauded by a bicyclist chugging through the same storm.
Many of my leg muscles were less thrilled the next day, but I'll tolerate their complaints after their surprisingly good performance during the run.
A text from running/riding buddy Regina that arrived later summed up the experience best: "So I went for a run and it didn't suck! This bodes so well for post-RAGBRAI."